Autism and age seem inseparable from gender identity to me. Or at least, when I think who my authentic self is, I am autistic, agender, genderqueer and.... idk, a perpetual child??? I don't really have words for it. It feels like adulthood is too tied up with being reasonable/functioning/neurotypical/well-adapted/conformist.
It feels like adulthood is neither allowed for me (it is gatekept) nor do I want it! Yuck!!!
But I've been around for nearly 40 years now, and I don't want to erase that with my words either. I do feel wise sometimes and I have many experiences.
I kinda "think" that the correct solution is to claim adulthood and decry how it is mis-defined in neurotypical and hegemonic, white-cispatriarchal ways. But that doesn't fit me. It feels like the reasonable, adult thing to do. Yuck.
I've never really wanted to be an adult. When I was called childish as an insult, I was often just confused, why is that bad? I remember seeing my older brother struggling with puberty and thinking "That won't be a problem for me, because I already know what I want to become" (narrator: Ki was wrong.)
No, I don't want to be an adult, same as I don't want to be a boy or a girl.
The more I try to feel into my authentic self, the clearer it seems that I am outside this culture's bounds of definitions. I do like that 😈
#AurinThings